After making his decision, Qin Mu immediately set off and left Ice Snow City. He was decisive and straightforward.
For the next few days, he had been traveling across the Eastern Wastelands Region.
He observed the changes in the world coldly and thought about how to arrange the next mystic realm.
The Eastern Barren Territory was vast and boundless.
However, wherever Qin Mu went these few days, most of it was a desolate scene.
The vast land was extremely empty. It was difficult to find any signs of life. It was desolate and desolate.
After traveling for the past few days, Qin Mu had some understanding of the situation in Eastern Wastelands Region.
It had to be said that the current human race was really living too hard.
On this piece of land, although the human race had the most numbers and occupied the largest area.
? In comparison, the territories occupied by the ancient races were much smaller.
However, although the territories occupied by the human race and the primordial races were very different, the difference in the land occupied was also very large.
The Ten Thousand Ancient Races all occupied places with abundant spiritual energy.
Most of the human territory was barren, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was extremely thin.
Compared to the territories of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, it was like the difference between heaven and hell.
Without spiritual energy, how could he cultivate?
The human race had a large population, but not many experts were born. This was probably related to the lack of a true cultivation treasure land.
A clever housewife can't cook without rice.
Without a place with abundant spiritual energy that was conducive to cultivation, how could there be experts?
Rather than saying that the Human Race occupied a vast territory, it was better to say that the Ten Thousand Ancient Races looked down on these territories.
They had occupied the true treasure land, but they had given up the vile land that they despised to the human race.
"Give me time, and I will definitely change this situation.”
Qin Mu said softly.
He continued forward and finally stopped at a small human town.
The town was dilapidated and lacked vitality. The strangest thing was that the people living in this town were all old and frail people and children who were learning to speak.
Adult humans were rare.
Even though Qin Mu was walking silently in the small town, his posture was tall and straight, and his aura was extraordinary. One look and one could tell that he wasn't a mortal, which was why he alarmed the people in the small town.
An old man holding a walking stick seemed to be the person in charge of this small town. Under the gazes of a group of people, he walked shakily to Qin Mu.
"Sir, why have you come to Ping Yang Town?”
The old man asked with a trembling voice, and there was a trace of fear in his voice.
"It's nothing. I'm just passing by and strolling around.”
Qin Mu replied casually.
"Oh, that's good, that's good…"
Hearing Qin Mu's reply, the old man seemed to heave a sigh of relief.
But then, he seemed to have thought of something. After hesitating for a moment, he kindly reminded,
"If Milord has nothing else to do, it's best to leave this place as soon as possible to avoid any trouble.”
"Oh? I'm just strolling around. What would happen?”
Qin Mu asked curiously.
From the moment he entered this small town, he felt that something was wrong.
Where did all the young and strong people in this town go? Why did he only see the old, weak, and sick?
The old man wanted to say something but hesitated, as if he didn't know if he should answer Qin Mu.
However, in the crowd at the side, a child who was just over ten years old said with a choked voice,
"It's the Palace of Disillusionment. They want people to dig out the source ore for them so that they can give it to those terrifying evil spirits.
Those cultivators from the Palace of Disillusionment said that if we didn't listen, they would kill us all.
My parents are among them, but they haven't returned yet.
When I grow up, I'll definitely beat these bad guys to death!”
"Hu Zi, stop talking!"
The old man's face paled and he quickly stopped the child, not wanting him to continue speaking.
Enslaving young humans to dig for source ores and give them to the ancient race beings?
When he heard this, a hint of anger appeared in Qin Mu's eyes.
Although he had heard of such things happening in the human race before, this was the first time he had seen it for real.
"Sir, you should leave quickly. From your extraordinary bearing, you should be a cultivator as well.
The cultivators of the Palace of Disillusionment are very cruel. They won't even let the human cultivators go. If you are seen by them, I'm afraid you will be shackled and dragged to the mine to do hard labor.”
The old man advised sadly.
There were a few human cultivators in Ping Yang Town.
However, in front of the powerful Disillusionment Palace, they were nothing. They were all subdued by the other party, put on shackles that restricted their cultivation, and dragged to the mines.
It was said that the Palace of Disillusionment especially liked cultivators as mine slaves because they were full of energy and their harvest was comparable to hundreds of mortals.
Boom!
Just as the old man was persuading Qin Mu, the sound of iron hooves rang out outside the small town, causing the ground to tremble.
"It's over. We can't leave. They're here.”
The old man's face turned pale when he heard the sound of iron hooves.
The other humans in the town also looked desperate.
Rumble!
Iron hooves stomped, and dust rose. Dozens of knights rushed in from outside the town.
There weren't many of them, but each of them was riding on a savage beast. Their scales were thick, and they roared with killing intent.
This was a group of powerful cultivators. Their bodies were covered in a bloody aura, and it was obvious that their hands were stained with a lot of blood.
In the face of this powerful and bloody baleful aura, some of the mortals in the town could not withstand it and sat on the ground.
"The palace lord has ordered that more people be sent to excavate the source mine. All of you follow me and don't leave anyone behind.”
In the middle, a middle-aged man in iron armor, who looked to be in his forties, rode his savage beast forward and said coldly.
What was that? Everyone was going to mine?
Everyone in the town looked desperate.
Collecting the source ore was extremely dangerous. Even the young and strong would suffer heavy casualties. After a period of time, a new batch of mine slaves would be replaced.
For people like them who were old, weak, sick, and disabled, the casualties would probably be even more severe. Not many people would be able to survive.
"Not even the old, weak, and sick? Hehe, you are really unworthy of being human.”
Qin Mu shook his head. Even though his voice was calm, there was anger rising in his chest.
? Under the oppression of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, the Human Race's survival was extremely difficult.
However, under such circumstances, there was actually such a person who helped the tiger.
These beasts were really unworthy of being human!
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